Tuesday, September 2, 2014

110. Vickers in her spacesuit } aboard the Prometheus.

[The following is minute 11 of a pseudo-essay
called “10 Minutes from Prometheus” you can read in the current issue of OpenLetters Monthly.]

1:44:35: In response to a distress signal, the
Nostromo sends a landing party out onto the moon LV-426 and into the remains of
a downed spacecraft. There, on the control deck, they find the remains of an astronaut
(the “Space Jockey”) and, covered in mist, eggs. The next act of Ridley Scott’s
Alien is driven by questions,
partially answered, about the egg; the rest of the film by the egg’s
end-result: a monster and its need to eat and reproduce. The Space Jockey
remains a mystery. Giant, welded to its chair, and, apparently, with a head
like the skull of an elephant.

Prometheus reintroduces the Space Jockey as an “engineer,”
and, we learn, more human than elephant: the skull and the trunk in fact a
helmet and tubing; the ribs part of a spacesuit.

The spacesuits worn by the crew of the Prometheus
are blue with orange piping and form-fitting. They’re aesthetically pleasing. And
though, as spacesuits, they must entirely cover their wearer, they are
nonetheless revealing. Considered from the point of view of the film’s costume
designer, the spacesuits allow the audience to see the faces of the actors,
even when wearing helmets, and offer the audience the pleasure of looking at
the bodies of attractive men and women. In terms of space exploration,
designing spacesuits that are thin and malleable strikes me as practical: it’s
difficult to turn a dial or work a screwdriver in the bulky gear with which our
astronauts are currently burdened. (Efforts to correct this problem are underway, if we are to believe Wired magazine.)

What of an alien's discovery of humankind? If the dried husk of one of our
astronauts is found on a crashed spaceship on a distant moon, how will she appear to it? Not as the Renaissance ideal loaded onto Voyager, but as Michelin
Man.

[For the August edition of Open Letters Monthly, I also wrote about space exploration (sorta). See my review of The Mind's Eye: The Art of Omni.]